CHAPTER VI

ACCIDENT OR DESTINY, ACCORDING TO YOUR HUMOUR On the 18th of October that year, St. Luke's day, a man died, and this was the manner of his passing. There was nothing more to be done. Dr. Knott had gone out of the red drawing-room on the ground floor into the tapestry-hung dining-room next door, which struck cold as the small hours drew on towards the dawn. And Julius March, after reciting the prayer in which the Anglican Church commends the souls of her departing children to the merciful keeping of the God who gave…